"Wake up you idiot! Its morning!" An officer slammed open the door to her cell.

Aloysia never slept. The throbbing was too much for her to sleep. Her kagume was screaming to be released and the wounds at her ankles bleed continuously until blood was flowing out of the doors to the chamber. Her lifeless red eyes stared transparently at the ground without the energy to lift to look up at the officer.

"Look at me!" the officer barked, roughly grabbing her face and pulling her up. She winced. The movement caused a pull at all of the wounds. "How rude! Lowly ghouls like you should not even wince at us humans! Know your place! Ghoul!" he spat and shoving her face down. Pain ran up her spine again, making her grit her teeth in a desperate attempt to mute the scream that was fighting its way up her throat. The officer took out a large wrench and struck her head hard. Blood seeped out and ran down her long creamy brown hair, turning a long streak of it into red.

Her eyes were fully open in shock and pain. It had been three years since she experienced this sort of treatment. It was just like being stuck in the attic again. The officer did another blow to her forearm, making her cry out in agony. Like the sound of a soda can being opened before crushing the exterior, her right arm bent out of shape and white bone jutted out from the skin near her elbow. The officer began to laugh in face of her anguish and kicked her in the gut the final time before exiting the cell with a loud bang of the door.

Days like that were common but there were a lot worse days where the same officer would first stab her in the center of her forehead with a syringe before pull out a few of molars from her mouth with the same wrench and a few fingers or toes. Aloysia never got used to the pain although it did not feel as bad when she knew what was coming. Her hair had gone white long ago due to the stress she went through. It went on for another five years and she felt that it was enough. She was getting annoyed. She evaded all eye contact and refused to react to the torture she was given. There was no way the pathetic officer was going to have what he wanted.

"Come one! Cry already!" the mad officer screamed as he forcefully took one of her tails and tugged it hard. Previously it would have hurt her and having it pulled for fifteen minutes would have driven her insane. However, all pain had been dulled by the anger bubbling within her. She disliked it. When were ghouls inferior to humans? Ghouls were born with abilities humans never had! Then why were they put in the mercy of humans? That thought alone was ridiculous.

"Never mind," he muttered in irritation and left her tail alone. "Your death sentence is two years away. Your birthday just passed isn't it?" he lowered his face to her eye level. "Happy second last birthday to you then. After all, you will never get to celebrate your eighteenth birthday. You know, all the investigators back at CCG are fighting to have your kagume as their quinque? Don't you know how rare your's is? Huh?" he half-shouted in her ear before lowering into a hushed but menacing whisper, "Although all ghouls have their personalized kagumes, your sort appears in only ten per thousand and only one per ten has four of it. Usually it is only two. You're one special one," he emphasized the 'special'.

She did not really hear what he just said but one phrase rang in her head. Death sentence. When did humans have the right to kill ghouls? When did those ghouls allow humans to do that to them? Intolerable!

"So? Anything to say? Huh?" the man leaned close to her mouth to hear her reply.

That did it. She was furious. Fueled by fury, she managed to snap the metal gag with her jaw and she sank her mouth into the man's eye. The man shrieked and thrashed piteously under her bite. She ripped off his eye and a little cheek skin and chewed on it as she yanked her tails from the walls. After having two tails supporting her weight and the other two snapping off the other chains which bound her to the cell, she advanced swiftly towards the officer whom was crawling to the exit. She grabbed him by the leg and dragged him back in. She swallowed and took a large bite into the man's neck, chocking him until his fingers have a final twitch and he was dead. She wiped her mouth. It had been a long while since her last meal. Her cold eyes glared at the remains of the man before moving out of the cell with his head rolling out behind her. The odd thing was that there was no alarms. Only permanent guards walking along the narrow corridor.

"Freeze!" one shouted. Like that would work in this world. Her kagume caught him by the waist and threw him into the pit in the center of all the building. Just then, loud clicking of rifles echoed through the building. Aloysia's emotionless eyes stared up at the multitude of barrels aimed at her.

"A2641! Return to your cell immediately! I repeat, A2641! Return to your cell immediately!" an officer shouted. Aloysia did not respond. She could not be bothered. However, facing that many guns was a challenge. She had to get stronger if she were to get humans to fear ghouls. She had to.

'Did you know? There's this old wives' tale that if a ghoul eats its own kind, it would have an extra form of kagume?' a lady's voice reverberated in her mind and the image of the both women at either side of the coffee table giggled. They were the regulars at the café. It might be true. Aloysia frowned. However, cannibalism was indeed rather ruthless. Her eyes flickered to the other cells. Sacrifice was needed to raise the ghoul's name. It would be worth it.

Aloysia darted away from the edge and bashed open one of the cell doors. An old man was in that said cell, his eyes the side of tennis balls upon realizing that she wasn't an officer but a ghoul. A small smile crept up his face but the corners of this mouth dropped to a straight line when he noticed the look in her eyes. He evaded her gaze and looked at the concrete floor.

"You came to eat me, right? Go ahead. I won't fight. But make sure you make a name for us in this society. Become stronger, young one. However," his grey eyes stared firmly at her red ones. "You might regret this."

"I won't," Aloysia replied unfeelingly. "I won't." she repeated and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

The old man gasped in pain but asked again, "What if it is the wrong choice?"

"I'm not the one who's wrong. It's everyone else."

All the cells were empty but an arm, leg or head. Randall ran down the corridor, fearing for his life. Who was the irrational ghoul that escaped? It was a terrible sight. Something he never seen before. He had always deemed the detention center was a place where humans towered over the lowly beings of ghouls but this was entirely different. The sounds of other people screaming and the blood that littered the floor and painted the walls made him feel giddy. A petite figure was at a fair distance away. Her hair dragged on the floor, as white as snow. It reminded him of a bride, so beautiful. Just then, the figure turned gracefully in his direction and he expected pretty porcelain skin and delicate lips and gentle eyes.

She had porcelain skin and delicate lips. What was very unsettling was her eyes. Her whites had become black and her eyes were crimson red. Cracks ran from her eyes down her cheeks. A small smile showed a set of fine white teeth and her long, beautiful hands stretched out to him. Her smile was every bit attractive but as he got closer, he realized. It was the smile of outright madness. He gasped and fled, his footsteps thundering across the corridor. However, he was too slow. She caught up to him, her cold hand wrapped over his mouth and dragged him back. Shakily, he turned to meet her gaze. Unexpectedly, her gaze was soft, sad. Her crazy smile subsided to a thin, unsteady grin. He recognized her.

"Aloysia?" he whispered.

She smiled bitterly as a reply. He had grown attached to the young girl. She was a beautiful, touching and a depressed story. He had comforted her through her entire time in prison. However, he was not strong enough to stop the torture that was inflicted upon her. A pang of guilt stabbed him in the chest. She deserved to be angry. He glanced away.

"You do know that you would be hated for this, right?" he murmured.

"Yes," she replied quietly. "I'll remember you as the only officer that cared. Farewell, Officer Randall. Best if we don't ever meet again."

Those words swam in his mind. She deserved better and voice told him. Of course she does, he thought as a hard object rammed against the back of his head and he lost all consciousness.